No matter how far from the ocean I defer to its judgement
Support clouds beneath sky
If I do sink, spare me the ink, squid and story, that we all have a grip
On some moving ship, against the curling sheets
Sailing into mystery
Hum, soothe and join hands
Is this the after gloss
Caught in grief's rain as it passes
Wet oily nails wept that dive like ravens
In our mud and sticks, standing pressed, clay our fragrant grasses
When in mourning all you can think is dance in the lobby
Wall to ceiling mirrors, you can hardly manage to move
The silence a groove, in a crushing tune, half your body painted blue